A nasty shock.

Isn't it weird how fast things can change? On Tuesday I was on top on my world. But within 24 hours, I was in the emergency ward of a public hospital with a suspected heart attack. My back and shoulders were aching all Wednesday afternoon while I was house-cleaning, and it hurt to take deep breaths. By the time I got home at 3.45 pm, I couldn't even summon the strength to get out of my car and go up the stairs. I sat in the car for half an hour, then I phoned Ken from my mobile and asked him to come and help me. He tore downstairs like a rocket, took one look at me and bundled me off to the doctor in his car. Luckily my doctor was on duty, and she put me on oxygen, gave me a nitrate pill under the tongue, and I started to come good after a few minutes. But she called an ambulance because my blood pressure was all over the place, and she wanted me to be monitored in hospital instead of just sending me home. So I was in the Austin emergency ward for about four hours, on oxygen and having all kinds of tests run. They decided I hadn't had a heart attack, but it was most likely angina, so I have to see a cardiologist and have a stress test.

We got home about 9.45 pm and Ken was cross when I went off to Safeway at 11 pm and did my shopping as usual! But I was okay by then, and still feel fine today. Luckily I only had one job this afternoon - a respite job, where I sit with my client for two hours while her daughter is at work. Today she was sleepy, so I had a snooze in the chair alongside her! Still, I have to think seriously about continuing to clean houses for a living; the results of further tests will decide that. If I do have a heart problem, I don't intend to make things worse by wearing myself out before my time!